The prompt for this week is…
I know Mother’s Day is still a couple weeks away, but for some reason when I saw the prompt for this week, my mother immediately popped into mind. On first pass you would probably never peg my mother for a brave person, at least I probably wouldn’t. She’s at an age where it’s very hard to step out of her comfort zone, learn new things, or take on new challenges, and for as long as I’ve known her, she has been very dependent on my father and others to take care of everything besides the cooking and cleaning.
That’s why some of my childhood memories of her baffle me. Our family immigrated to this country in the early 80’s when I was barely six years old. During those years I have memories of my mom going to work, first as a waitress, then at a fast food restaurant, then at a Baskin Robbins. She never formally studied English, yet she was brave enough to take on the challenges of manning a drive-thru and memorizing thirty-one flavors of ice cream which changed every month. As a child, I didn’t consider those things to be so brave. Instead I cried and complained because she wasn’t there and I had to stay home with the grandparents. When I got a little older, I would get embarrassed when other kids asked me what my mom did. Sometimes I would lie and tell people she was a manager at Baskin Robbins. Now when I look back, I’m embarrassed by my embarrassment, and I’m so proud of my mother for scooping ice cream for a living.
So mom, this post is for you. I hope as a daughter, I’ve inherited some of your braveness. I admire you for never letting your broken English stop you from saying what you want to say – whether it’s in front of hundreds of people in a church meeting or speaking the gospel to a total stranger. I don’t admit it too often, but I have a lot to learn from you. Happy Mother’s Day!